Chapter 78. Fire with Fire

(Third-Person POV)(A Few Moments Earlier)

Alexander, the king of Gasita, stormed into Lustoria, seething with rage. He had come expecting to find Asher defeated in a game, reduced to a mere slave—an easy target for revenge. The thought of punishing him for the sheer audacity of disrespecting him, and worse, sleeping with his girlfriends right in front of him, had fueled his journey.

But instead...

"So, you’re saying that boy did all that?" Nyxa asked, reclining lazily on a velvet couch inside Lustoria, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. Around her, men lingered, indulging in pleasures freely offered by the women slaves entertaining them in all ways imaginable.

"Yes, my queen. That brat is nothing but trouble. Don’t be fooled by his innocent smile." Alexander took a sip of his wine, his expression twisted with contempt.

Nyxa clenched her fists, her sharp nails pressing into her palm. "Oh, I’m no fool. I’ve had my fair share of disrespect from that wretched boy. He would do anything to get his hands on my key... The best way to prevent that is to deal with him before the third and final match."

Alexander chuckled smugly. "Just say the word, my queen, and I’ll get the boys ready."

Nyxa exhaled, twirling the stem of her glass between her fingers. "It’s a shame. I wanted to make him my plaything... but troublesome toys are more effort than they’re worth." She took a deliberate sip, leaving a perfect red lipstick stain on the glass. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she handed him a folded parchment.

"Here’s everything you need. His room number is written inside."

Alexander grinned as he took the paper, then turned on his heel, slipping toward the back door to gather his men.



Meanwhile...

The Grimfangs had already closed in on Asher. A punch from the blonde struck his face with brutal force, sending him rolling across the ground, blood dripping from his lips.

He wiped it away with the back of his hand, glancing at the crimson smear. Then, with a smirk, he tilted his head.

"Such brute strength... Are you sure you’re a woman?" he taunted.

The blonde’s fists clenched. "Of course, I am! A mere man wouldn’t have this much power, now would he?" she sneered.

"Oh, right. I forgot—women here are built like apes." He cracked his knuckles. "Well then, let me show you what men from where I come from can do."

For some time now, he had trained relentlessly, punching trees a hundred times a day, forging his body into a weapon. He no longer needed buffs to fight in a hand to hand combat—his strength alone was enough.

The blonde smirked. "I like that serious look on your face, Long Dick Boy." Then she turned to her companions. "Leave this one to me."

They clashed, fists flying in a furious exchange.

The blonde struck first, landing a blow to Asher’s stomach—but at the same time, he delivered a devastating uppercut, nearly shattering her jaw. She flipped backward, landing with surprising grace, only for one of her comrades to cast a healing spell, restoring her to full strength.

Then she began chanting again—this time, her body bulged, her muscles expanding, veins pulsing with unnatural power. She had activated a spell that increased her strength, turning her into something more monstrous.

But Asher simply—

Laughed.

"Come on, lady! Are you trying to break my ribs by making me laugh? What the hell did you just do to yourself? You look like The Rock—and it’s hilarious!"

She scowled. "The Rock? What’s that?"

Asher shrugged. "Someone you wouldn’t know."

The blonde moved at a speed unnatural for her enlarged body, nearly catching Asher off guard. He barely managed to activate a barrier—

BOOM!

Her punch shattered it, sending him flying. He crashed against the ground, groaning in pain. Reaching into his item box, he grabbed a healing potion and downed it in one gulp.

"Shit," he muttered. "If that punch had landed directly, I’d be mincemeat." He rolled his shoulders, then smirked. "Alright, screw it—I wanna fight all of you at once. Come on, girls, show me what you’ve got!"

The Grimfangs exchanged glances, hesitating.

"Wait... Don’t tell me you’re actually scared?" He grinned.

They growled in unison.

"You’ll regret that, brat!"

They lunged—

But before they could reach him, Asher shot into the air with a flight spell, then sped toward the unguarded door.

"THE KEYS!" the blonde suddenly yelled, patting her pockets. "He stole the damn keys!!!"

The girls turned just in time to see Asher waving at them with a smirk before vanishing inside the building, locking the door behind him.

Inside Lustoria...

Asher froze for a moment.

The place was huge.

Colorful disco lights glowed across the lavish interior, illuminating completely nude women moving back and forth. He ducked behind a passageway, scanning the area.

There weren’t any warriors inside.

Only fat, old nobles—some receiving blowjobs, others indulging in endless rounds of liquor, flanked by naked women, while others were actually fucking.



No wonder this place was called Lustoria. The air itself reeked of debauchery.

Then he spotted her.

Nyxa, sprawled across a plush couch, a man’s hands roaming over her body as they exchanged heated kisses.

But Asher hadn’t come for her.

His goal was to find that girl’s mother and get her out.

However, considering the sheer number of naked women in the room, identifying her was going to be a problem.

Then—

SLAP!

A sharp crack echoed from the far side of the room.

Asher’s gaze snapped toward the sound.

"What the fuck?! Can’t you twerk like you mean it, bitch?!" a man bellowed, slapping a woman’s back who was straddling him in a cowgirl position.

Asher’s eyes widened.

It was her.

The girl’s mother.

In an instant, he activated his Stealth and Speed skills, darting forward. Before anyone could react, he struck the man’s forehead, knocking him off, grabbed the woman, and prepared to teleport—

But then—

BANG!

The back door swung open.

A group of men entered—dragging Rin and Tama inside.

Asher’s blood ran cold.

"Dick Boy?" Nyxa’s voice called.

She stared at him, stunned.

Then, Alexander stepped forward, grinning. "Ah, there you are. I was worried when I didn’t find you in your room."

Asher’s expression darkened. Letting go of the woman, he turned—then slammed Alex into the wall, pulling him up and gripping his neck.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WOMEN?!" Asher roared.

The entire room fell silent. The nobles stopped their perverse entertainment, their gazes locked onto the scene unfolding before them.

Alex gasped for air, Asher’s grip getting tight around him.

"PUT HIM DOWN!" Nyxa’s voice rang out. "Or I’ll kill them!"

Asher turned and saw Nyxa’s guards had pressed knives against Rin and Tama’s throats.

His fists trembled.

Slowly, he released Alex, letting the old man collapse onto the ground. But when he turned back to Nyxa, his ember eyes blazed with fury.

"What did you do to them?" His voice was venomous.

"They were only put to sleep with gas," Nyxa said, smirking. "They’ll be fine, as long as we—"

CRACK!



Asher’s fist collided with her face, sending her reeling. He shoved aside the men holding Rin and Sharon with a powerful wind gale, sending them flying and crashing against tables with alcohol and glasses, breaking everything in their wake.

"NOBODY. TOUCHES. MY WOMEN!!!"

A wave of raw fear swept through the room.

Nobles scrambled to escape, only to find the front door locked—the keys were in Asher’s pocket.

The only other exit was just close to him, and they couldn’t dare get near. The kid was bad news.

He turned to Nyxa, his eyes dark with rage.

"This is all your doing..." He stepped forward. "I’m fucking pissed right now... You deserve to be tamed and enslaved—just like you’ve enslaved everyone else."

Then—

He grabbed her lace dress—

And tore it apart.

"This is called fighting fire with fire! And it won’t be pretty!!"

TBC